Families have always been there for each other. When all ends there is just your mother, father, brother, sister and even sometimes your grandparents who are still there, standing beside you, telling you that all is fine. The post today is not about what a family is, rather about what the family has become. There seems to be a two-sided story here, either my family is the most unique one in the world and all the others are in a way dumb or everyone has a normal family, except me in which case I have a better one.
Since, the last year, the concept of ‘The Modern Family’ has been questioning my sense of judgment and thus many questions have flustered through the never-ending chasm of my grey cells. The thing I find weird is that in today’s new contemporary world families require coffee houses, restaurants and theatres to spend time with each other. The reason I use the word require is that there is no workaround for this activity. The asking your children, ‘How was school today?’ seems to exist only in my family, I suppose. I have counted since the last year and I’ve reached maybe 15 and still counting status on this very awkward survey.
Parents have no idea about what their kids are up to after school? If that is what normality is, then I, with all my heart cherish the fact that my dad drops me to school and takes me back home even though I’m in the twelfth standard.
Some families I know are like a professional institution based on the principle that one caters the needs of another and so on. The concept of bonds between the members of the family is maybe alien to them or maybe they are just so busy in their professional lives that it has crept into their personal lives, the situation where your office is practically within your house.
The reason I call my home, a home is that the matters of money, finance, stability, business, education are just ‘discussed’ here amongst us, the members over a homemade cup of tea and I don’t feel the requirement of getting ready and going to a coffee-house just to tell my father that school is going great, I think I’d that better at home while my brother and mom would laugh at a joke and the dog is busy licking his paws. That is what my image, perception or whatever is about a family. Never to be changed.
Here is a little incident I had a few months back when me and my brother went for a movie. The movie is irrelevant here, what’s relevant is that we had a family sitting in just in front. Now, this family was a very peculiar one in my opinion. The father was sleeping. It was a Sunday and with all the work in the last week, he chose this place to rest. The mother was talking to one of her friends on the phone, to the limit that we had to actually ask her to either shut it off or take her conversation outside. The boy was so busy playing on his PSP that he, at one instant exclaimed, “What! The Movie Has Already Begun!” This happened one hour after the movie had begun. The daughter well, was so little; she wouldn’t have even understood what the characters must be saying. So, in a nutshell, this was a family who were least interested in watching the movie together but had rather come there as a ritual maybe – ‘You need to go out on Sunday’ or other sorts.
So, what I want to convey is that I don’t want to convey anything. This post is a question, an answer, a query or anything you want this to be. This is just a short account of my views upon what the institution of family has become or maybe that I have the most different, yet the best family of all times.